Aesthetic [Kim Seokjin]

👑 12 👑

12. In Which Yoonji's past is revealed

Yoonji

"I was on my third year when I told my parents. They hated the idea. They burned all my music notebooks and books, they sold our piano." I continued my story.

[Flashback to young Min Yoonji]

I anxiously tried to tie my short hair into a ponytail as I slowly trudged home. Today is the day I'm telling my parents the truth. My brother went off to pursue his music career. It wasn't easy and thinking about it is making me more anxious.

'Mom, Dad, I want to pursue music. I don't see any part in the future where I'd be happy studying medicine.' I rehearsed quietly.

"No maybe softer" I scolded myself.

'Mom, Dad... '

Before I knew it, I was standing in front of our house, wiping my sweaty palms in my uniform.
I went in and saw them sipping tea in the living room.

I cleared my throat and spoke up.

"Mom, dad, I uh. I have something to tell you." I stuttered nervously and averted my gaze.

"I know you want me to be a doctor but I can't." I quietly said, waiting for their reaction.

"Well that's okay. Maybe a lawyer then? Or an engineer." My father spoke up after a moment of silence.

"No." I managed to get out. They froze and looked up at me.

'I want to pursue music.' I wanted to say but my mouth just wouldn't open.

"Well what do you want to be?" My mom asked me, trying to be patient.

'I want to be a musician. A pianist in fact.' I tried to say once more but my muscles wouldn't cooperate.

"I uh. I want to be-"

Blank. My mind went blank. Something clicked in their heads and already figured out what I was going to say. I can clearly see them speaking but I can't hear them. My mind is blank and I can't think straight.

"Music makes me happy. I want to be a musician dad." I weakly defended, tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

"You won't be able to make a living! Don't you understand that? Being a doctor is the best choice for you!" My mom exclaimed.

"But it's not what I want. It doesn't make me happy. Please mom." I begged them to understand so hard. I kneeled at them.

"Please just let me do this one thing. I won't ever disobey you again. Please." I cried, on the floor, kneeling.

"No. That's final." My dad answered me sternly.

"You're grounded Min Yoonji. Don't ev-" I didn't let my mother finish her sentence as I ran towards my room.

This must be my karma. In a set of twins, one is usually mischievous and impulsive while the other is more level-headed and responsible. I'm the former.

It was always me causing trouble in school for picking on other children or so they say. In mg point of view, I just heard them talking shit about my brother so I taught them how to keep their mouth shut if they can't say anything nice.

My phone started ringing all of a sudden and I didn't think twice before picking up.

"Hello?" I croaked, my throat dry from crying.

"Yoonji-ah~" My twin's cheerful voice came from the phone.

"I had this sudden urge to call you. Are you sick?" though cheerful, I can almost see him worrying on the other side of the line.